Chapter 6

Chapter Six

S he came. She fucking came. I really thought I was grasping at straws inviting Dani here tonight. I had no expectation that she’d actually turn up.

She’s here though, wearing a sexy-as-fuck black dress. I can see her nipples hardening under the fabric. Is she turned on already?

My eyes scan the interior of the club. It’s hard not to be turned on by the erotic scenes that surround us. None of which have anything on how one look at her has my cock standing to attention. Ready to perform. For her.

I watch her from my spot in the corner of the room. She’s taking everything in as her eyes flick from surface to surface. Searching for me. So I push to my feet and walk up behind her. My arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back against my body, my hard-on pressing into her ass.

“Little girl, you’re late,” I growl into her ear.

She lets out an audible moan as her body sinks into mine. Then, suddenly, she turns around and steps out of my hold. “I wasn’t planning on coming,” she says. “Sir,” she adds with a small smirk.

“I’m glad you chose to… come , that is.” I look down at her arms. “Why aren’t you wearing the bracelet?” I ask her.

“Because I can’t accept a gift like that. You’re my boss. I only came to return it.” She pulls the bracelet out of her clutch and hands it to me.

I hold it up. “This is what keeps you from being approached by other men. This tells everyone that you’re mine. You can’t be in here if you’re not wearing it,” I tell her.

“Don’t worry, I’m not staying.” She walks right past me towards the exit.

It takes me a few seconds to comprehend what just happened. Rejection is a new thing for me, something I’m not going to accept. I don’t lose. Anything, and Dani Hutchinson is a prize worth fighting for.

I follow Dani out of the building onto the street, step up next to her, and take her hand. “Come on,” I say, pulling her in the direction of my car.

“What? Wait!” She tries to pull back from me.

“I’m taking you home,” I tell her.

“I can catch a taxi.” She continues to struggle to break free from my hold.

I stop moving and stare down at her. “I’m taking you home. You are not catching a taxi when my car is right there.” I can see how much she’s fighting her natural instinct to submit to me. In the end, that instinct wins out.

When we reach the car, I hold open the passenger door and wait for her to climb in. It’s not until we’re pulling into my garage that she notices that the home I was taking her to was mine, not hers. “Wait… You said you were taking me home.”

“I did. I brought you home. With me,” I tell her.

“I thought you meant my home, not yours. I never would have…” She lets her sentence trail off.

I pivot in my seat to face her. “You got into my car. Never once attempted to give me your address. You and I both know you want to be here. In my bed. Let’s not waste time with your lame attempts to pretend otherwise,” I tell her.

“Fucking lady Viagra,” she hisses under her breath.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing. If we do this, things won’t change at work?” she questions me instead of clarifying.

“This has no bearings on your position at the firm, Dani,” I tell her honestly.

“Okay,” she concedes.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I exit the car, walk around the other side, open her door, and hold out a hand. The moment she places her palm in mine, I know one more night is not going to be enough.

She looks nervous. She shouldn’t be. Nothing but good things are going to happen within the walls of this bedroom.

“Strip,” I tell her as I start to remove my pants, then my shirt.

She blinks up at me, indecision apparent in her eyes.

“I said strip, little girl. Don’t make me ask again,” I repeat myself, my tone much harsher this time.

She quivers as her hands reach the hem of her dress. She pulls the material over her head, revealing inch after inch of perfectly smooth skin. She straightens her shoulders, holding her head high as her clothes hit the floor. Standing before me completely bare. No underwear.

“Do you make it a habit of going places without panties?” I ask while circling her.

“N-no, sir,” she answers.

I smile. She was born for this. For me. The fact that she addresses me properly tells me how much she wants me to dominate her right now, to take away the stresses of her life.

“Not wearing panties is naughty. Do you know what happens to naughty little girls, Dani?” I stop in front of her.

Her head ducks down. “No, sir.”

Placing a finger under her chin, I lift her gaze. “They get punished. Spanked. Have you ever been punished before, Dani?”

She shakes her head, and I raise an eyebrow at her in question. “No, sir, I haven’t,” she says.

“There’s always a first time for everything. If you don’t get punished, you won’t learn from your mistakes. And this pussy.” I cup her bare cunt. “It belongs to me. I won’t risk anyone else getting a glimpse of it. That means you are to wear panties whenever you’re in public.”

Her breath hitches. Her chest rises and falls. I don’t give her too much time to think on what’s about to happen.

Taking her hand, I lead her over to the edge of the bed, sit down, and pat my thighs. “Bend over,” I instruct her.

She hesitates momentarily before she follows my command, draping her stomach across my lap. My fingertips run up and down her back lightly. I can feel the nervous energy radiating off her. I cup the soft globes of her ass in one hand while my other arm wraps around her waist to hold her in place.

“Do you know why we’re doing this, little girl?” I ask her.

“Because I need to learn, sir,” she answers.

“That’s right.” My hand comes down, landing with a biting slap.

“Ahhh,” she screams and wiggles, struggling to stand.

I rub my hand over the red skin, soothing away the burn, and she stills. Then I bring my hand down again, in a different spot.

“Ow, fuck!” she cries out, but she doesn’t try to get away from me this time.

I continue to rub circles around her heated skin, soothing it before I bring my palm back down. A moan follows her cry of pain and I smile. I had a feeling she’d like this. Probably more than I do. Seeing her ass red from my touch has my cock hard. Smelling her arousal has my mouth salivating for a taste. Moving my hand down, I slide my fingers between her folds. As suspected, she’s drenched.

“I think you’re enjoying this punishment, aren’t you, little girl?” I ask before thrusting two fingers inside her.

“Oh god!” she whimpers, her hips wriggling on my lap.

I push my fingers in and out of her, slowly, curling them up before dragging them back out. “You were made for this, you know. You were made to be mine,” I tell her. She doesn’t say anything as I continue to finger-fuck her, increasing the pace. “I want you to come all over my fingers, little girl. I want you to come all over me,” I tell her.

“Oh god!” she cries out.

I add a third finger, and her hips lift as she rises up onto her tiptoes. I hold her firmly in place as I pick up my speed. Thrusting in and out at a punishing pace. “Are you going to be a good girl and give me what I want?” I ask her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screams as her body shakes with the orgasm coursing through her every nerve ending.

“Fucking perfect.” My fingers slow their movements as I continue to drag every bit of pleasure out of her. When she’s come down from her high, I shift her off my lap, sitting her on the floor in front of me. Then I lift my fingers to her lips. “Suck,” I instruct her.

When she wraps her lips around my slick digits, I shove them farther into her mouth and she sucks.

“See how fucking good you taste?” I tell her. “You denied me this flavour all week, Dani. I don’t like being denied the things I want. Especially delicacies like you.” I drop my hand from her mouth to undo my fly, freeing my cock, and stand to kick off my pants. I pump my cock a few times before lining it up with her lips. “Suck,” I instruct her again.

And, again , she obeys, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck me. So fucking good,” I groan as the heat of her wet mouth envelops me. I reach out a hand, wrapping the lose strands of her hair around my fist. “You suck me so fucking good, little girl,” I praise her.

She smiles around my cock but continues to increase her efforts as she gives me the best damn blow job I can ever recall having. One of her hands reaches under my cock while she presses a finger into that magic spot behind my balls.

Fuck, I’m going to come way too fast if she continues this.

Pulling out of her mouth, I lift her from the floor. “On the bed. On your back. Spread your legs,” I tell her.

Once she’s positioned herself in the middle of the mattress, exactly how I told her to be, I climb up and roll her onto her side. Then I grab her top leg, placing it on my shoulder, and straddle the other one. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I thrust in, stopping when I bottom out. I can feel her walls tighten before they soften and adjust to my size.

Dani fits me like a goddamn glove.

I pull out before thrusting back in. “Brace yourself. This is going to be rough,” I warn her right before I fuck her. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, her screams, my grunts, and the smell of our arousal. “I want you to come. I need you to fucking come for me,” I grunt out as I continue to drive into her.

We both come together. I pull out, watching as my seed flows freely from her pussy. Fuck! How the fuck did I forget a condom?

“Don’t panic,” I tell her.

She looks up at me. “That’s exactly what every girl wants to hear right after sex.”

“We didn’t use protection,” I admit.

Her eyes widen as she jumps off the bed. “Oh my god!” she screeches before running to the bathroom.

I follow her inside and she sits on the toilet. “It’s okay,” I tell her. “I’m clean.”

“You’re clean. Good to know,” she says sarcastically.

“Are you? Clean?” I ask her.

“Are you serious?” She scrunches a wad of toilet paper and wipes herself before flushing. “You are the second man I’ve ever slept with. Am I clean? Of course I am!” she hisses in my direction.

“Okay, then we’re good.”

“We’re not good. I’m not on birth control, damn it,” she says.

My eyes widen. Fuck. I didn’t even consider that. The first thing that came to mind was fucking diseases, not babies.

“I’ll take you to get the morning after pill tomorrow,” I tell her,

“Well, gee, thanks for that.”

“Look, whatever’s done is done. We’ll deal with it like the adults we are. There’s no need to freak out.”

“You’re right. It’s going to be fine. I cannot be that unlucky, right?”

“It’d be unlucky to have my child?”

“No. Well, yes. It would be unlucky for me to get impregnated by my boss. By someone I don’t even know.”

“Well, let’s get to know each other then—although you’re not going to be pregnant. The morning after pill is just as effective as a condom,” I tell her.

I take her hand and lead her back to the bed. Where I lie down and tug her beside me, before pulling the blanket over the both of us. This is different, having a woman in my arms, post-sex cuddling. But I like it.

“I don’t know how you’re so calm about this,” she whispers.

“I’ve learnt that there is no point in worrying about what might be. You worry when there is something to worry about.”

“So, if I do end up pregnant, that’s when you’ll worry?” she asks me.

“Yes. I’m not cut out to be a father. Doing what we do at the firm, I’ve seen far too many children affected by the choices of adults. I don’t want to do that to anyone.”

“You know not all stories end badly,” she says.

“I’ve yet to see one that ends happily.”

“That’s because you’re a divorce lawyer. Maybe you should have become a celebrant if you wanted the happy stories. Be the person hosting peoples’ fiftieth anniversaries. That’s where you’ll see true love.”

“Perhaps,” I say, running my hands up and down her back.

I wait until Dani falls asleep to climb out of bed. Retrieving the bracelet from my pants pocket, I clasp it around her right wrist. Then slide back in behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and let myself drift off to sleep.